As the shots rang out on the motorcadeWe felt nothing at allWe said it happensYeah it happens all the timeWith a dealer's hand we gently build our house of cardsAs kings and queens are dining in your yardsWe tied this upWith a bowThe science of rock and rollTo bleed a dream with a stolen chanceThe art of life is a fleeting glanceWe close our eyesThe air is cold I breathe tonightThe frosted lendsIt dims our eyesWith our clenched teeth we numbly biteAnd gently crack our pearly whitesWith vengeance we could light the flameBut instead we choose to proudly look awayWith tear-filled eyes and aching armsHe stares at his useless handsWe dropped the ballWe lost it on our ownAs the torrents fell on the sleeping townWe felt nothing at all